For A Thousand Years Part 13
Cassandra Crowley was known as the scourge of the Caribbean. She was not to be rivaled when it came to piracy. Her crew were completely loyal. The few that had been captured were hanged before saying anything about their captain. Hell, of course, was rather pleased with Crowley. She was corrupting young men by making them members of her crew and those that she plundered often wanted revenge. It was a win win situation. And it helped that it was a ridiculous amount of fun.
One thing that was certain, though, was her weakness for blondes. It was something that had gotten around. She would capture a vessel and any blonde young men were allowed to leave the ship unharmed. There had been a few of the men that she'd released that tried to join her crew. She was very beautiful, after all. And she treated her crew very well. It was rumored that she never kept any of the spoils for herself. It was all divided up amongst the crew. It was why her crew was so loyal.
She'd been a very successful pirated over the ten years that she'd been doing it. No one knew the real story behind how she came to be captain of the ship known only as the Principality. The figurehead was a blonde woman with bright blue eyes and a soft smile. She was said to bring good fortune to her captain and crew and that had been the case so far. There were even rumors that Crowley and her crew were not human at all. None of them ever got injured in raids and a few even miraculously survived the gallows. She hated that she hadn't been able to save them all.
The problem with being the most wanted pirate captain in all of the Caribbean, and having a weakness that was known throughout the islands was that eventually it was bound to be used against her. They had just left their base off one of the little known islands in the area when they came across a rather promising vessel. It was English, that much was obvious. And it was a very expensive ship. It also didn't appear to have any canons, but looks could be deceiving.
"Shall we attack, Captain?" Her first mate asked as they watched the ship from a distance.
"I think we shall." Crowley replied and smiled at him. The men were itching for a fight. They'd spent a week on the island and they were starting to get antsy.
"You heard her, men! Ready the canons!" The first mate called as he ran down the steep stairs from the steering wheel. Crowley turned the wheel and started them off in the right direction. She was pretty sure that this wasn't going to be just a simple plunder and go but there was something that kept telling her she needed to go that direction.
"Are you on that ship, angel?" She asked quietly as she watched her men get to work. She really did care about all of her men. She was constantly performing the miracles necessary to keep them safe, even if Hell frowned upon that particular miracle when they actually paid attention.
When they got within canon range, Crowley wasn't the least bit surprised that the ship had actually been armed and the canons had been hidden well enough. The ship was larger than the Principality and heavily out gunned. She looked at her crew and then looked at the other ship.
"Men, stand down." She called. It wasn't a command she gave lightly. Her men just looked at her for a moment, then looked at the other ship. The first mate quickly made his way up to the crow's nest as soon as it was obvious the other ship was getting ready to fire. He looked down at Crowley who nodded before he waved the white flag of surrender. No one argued the point. The other ship would have decimated the Principality with it's large number of canons.
"I must apologize, me. I know you were hoping for one last score but it appears we're gravely outnumbered." She started to make her way down to the deck to stand with them.
"It's alright, Captain." One of the men said. Others nodded in agreement. "You really are the best crew."
"Who is the captain of this vessel?" A voice called from the other ship. Crowley looked up and there he was. Her angel. He was obviously the captain by the way he was dressed. Of course it would be her angel that would end her pirating career.
"I am." She said as she stepped forward. The man looked a little shocked. At least there was that.
"And do you surrender unconditionally?" He asked as he looked down at her from his ship.
"I'm afraid I do have one condition." She ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up at him. He really was beautiful.
"And what is this one condition?" He raised an eyebrow.
"That you allow my men to go free." She waved them off as they started to protest. Crowley climbed up on the rail and held onto one of the ropes leading up to the sails.
"Pardon?" The man asked, once again shocked.
"My men were only following my orders. I threatened the lot of them. Told them I would kill them if they didn't obey. I did actually murder one right in front of them to keep them in line." She called back to the other man. "So really, they're my prisoners. They shouldn't be punished for what I forced them to do." She looked at her men and gave them a look they all recognized.
"Is this true?" The man called as he looked down at her crew. All of them nodded, though a couple did so hesitantly. "Very well." The man said as he looked back at Crowley. "If you surrender yourself for the punishment of the King, then your men shall be allowed to go free." He nodded. Crowley could only hope that he was actually an honorable man.
"Captain, you can't...." The first mate said quietly.
"It's been a good run, lads. You've given me the time of my life." She patted his cheek. "Go, live your lives. You've got more than enough money to retire, all of you." She smiled a little and the first mate nodded. Crowley didn't even bother to wait for a plank to be put between the two ships. She climbed up to one of the shrouds and then used a rope to swing across to the other ship. As soon as she landed there were about a dozen swords pointed at her. She held up her hands and smiled at all the men.
"I'm unarmed." She said with a small smile.
"I'm sure they can see that." The man that was her angel said as he made his way through the men. She kept her hands where he could see them and he looked her up and down for a moment. She really was beautiful. Her long, bright red hair hung loose and curly, moving with the sea breeze. She wore a skirt that only went to her knees and long boots that disappeared under the skirt, though her shirt was that of a man and a little too big. It accentuated her breasts, though.
"And what are you going to do with me, Captain?" She asked a little flirtatiously.
"I am going to take you into my office and interrogate you." He said as he took her by the arm and started to pull her along. She just kept looking at him. The uniform suited him very well. All of them men watched as he took Crowley into his office and then shut the door.
Crowley wasn't a bit surprised when, as soon as they were in private, the captain smiled at her. He gently pushed her back against the door, his hands on either side of her head.
"I've heard stories about you, Captain Crowley." He said as he blatantly looked down her shirt.
"Have you, now?" She just let him look. She could change his attitude with a single word but she was actually kind of enjoying the moment.
"I've heard that you have a weakness for blonde men." He leaned in a little, getting his lips very near her neck. It was making her heart pound.
"That I do." She nodded. "My very first love was a blonde man and I've never really gotten over him." She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck, slowly moving up to her earlobe. She shouldn't be enjoying this but she absolutely was.
"And what happened to him?" The captain asked before kissing her ear and then moving back to look her in the eye.
"He died." She said matter of factly.
"That sounds horrible. Is that when you began your life of piracy?" The captain smiled at her again.
"No. It was a few years later." She cleared her throat. That wasn't a lie at all. "So.....captain.....might I ask what this interrogation is going to entail?" She smirked. "Would you like to bend me over your desk and spank me until I confess?" She put her hands on his chest.
"Perhaps." The captain smiled.
"Or maybe you have something else in mind once you get me into that vulnerable position." She slid one hand down and started to rub his crotch. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. It was obvious that he was turned on by the whole situation.
"You are a very beautiful woman." His eyes went to her breasts again. She'd rather been hoping that this incarnation of her angel wouldn't be a typical English Captain but she wasn't entirely disappointed that he was.
"And you are an absolute angel." She said as she rubbed him a little harder. It was a treat watching the realization come into his eyes as they clouded over with lust. He didn't say a word, just claimed her mouth with his own, his hands moving down to her hips. They finally parted when he needed air.
"You're absolutely evil." Aziraphale said with a slight chuckle.
"I am a demon, my love." Crowley said and she kissed his neck. "It's in the job description."
"That is very true." Aziraphale said, giving her another quick kiss. "So, what are we going to do? I can't exactly let you escape."
"The first thing we're going to do is take care of that little problem you're having." She gave his crotch a gentle squeeze and he moaned softly. "We'll worry about the rest after that." She smirked.
"And how exactly do you want to take care of it?" Aziraphale smirked right back.
"I really do like the idea of you bending me over that desk....." She looked over his shoulder at the desk in the middle of the room before looking back at him. "I can even pretend to protest if you think it'll help you out with your men."
"I don't think that'll be necessary." He shook his head. He didn't like the idea of anyone thinking he'd forced her to do anything.
"So, you bend me over the desk and have your way with me, then we'll work out what we do from there." Crowley grinned and kissed him one more time before she ducked under his arm and went around to the desk.
The rest of the voyage back to England, Crowley was "confined" to the captain's quarters. It was pretty obvious what was going on to all the men. Captain was taking advantage of a woman being on the ship and none of them blamed him. When they got to port, Crowley somehow managed to escape. She disappeared into a crowd and was never found. The captain was forced to retire.
They met up on one of the many tiny islands in the Caribbean that nobody knew existed. Crowley had stashed some of the booty from her various pillaging on the island and not even her men knew about it. Just a few miracles and they had everything they needed for a lovely life together. It was one of the few times that Crowley actually got several decades with her angel before old age finally claimed him. Aziraphale never actually found out that little miracles here and there were what kept him alive until he was eighty.
One thing that was certain, though, was her weakness for blondes. It was something that had gotten around. She would capture a vessel and any blonde young men were allowed to leave the ship unharmed. There had been a few of the men that she'd released that tried to join her crew. She was very beautiful, after all. And she treated her crew very well. It was rumored that she never kept any of the spoils for herself. It was all divided up amongst the crew. It was why her crew was so loyal.
She'd been a very successful pirated over the ten years that she'd been doing it. No one knew the real story behind how she came to be captain of the ship known only as the Principality. The figurehead was a blonde woman with bright blue eyes and a soft smile. She was said to bring good fortune to her captain and crew and that had been the case so far. There were even rumors that Crowley and her crew were not human at all. None of them ever got injured in raids and a few even miraculously survived the gallows. She hated that she hadn't been able to save them all.
The problem with being the most wanted pirate captain in all of the Caribbean, and having a weakness that was known throughout the islands was that eventually it was bound to be used against her. They had just left their base off one of the little known islands in the area when they came across a rather promising vessel. It was English, that much was obvious. And it was a very expensive ship. It also didn't appear to have any canons, but looks could be deceiving.
"Shall we attack, Captain?" Her first mate asked as they watched the ship from a distance.
"I think we shall." Crowley replied and smiled at him. The men were itching for a fight. They'd spent a week on the island and they were starting to get antsy.
"You heard her, men! Ready the canons!" The first mate called as he ran down the steep stairs from the steering wheel. Crowley turned the wheel and started them off in the right direction. She was pretty sure that this wasn't going to be just a simple plunder and go but there was something that kept telling her she needed to go that direction.
"Are you on that ship, angel?" She asked quietly as she watched her men get to work. She really did care about all of her men. She was constantly performing the miracles necessary to keep them safe, even if Hell frowned upon that particular miracle when they actually paid attention.
When they got within canon range, Crowley wasn't the least bit surprised that the ship had actually been armed and the canons had been hidden well enough. The ship was larger than the Principality and heavily out gunned. She looked at her crew and then looked at the other ship.
"Men, stand down." She called. It wasn't a command she gave lightly. Her men just looked at her for a moment, then looked at the other ship. The first mate quickly made his way up to the crow's nest as soon as it was obvious the other ship was getting ready to fire. He looked down at Crowley who nodded before he waved the white flag of surrender. No one argued the point. The other ship would have decimated the Principality with it's large number of canons.
"I must apologize, me. I know you were hoping for one last score but it appears we're gravely outnumbered." She started to make her way down to the deck to stand with them.
"It's alright, Captain." One of the men said. Others nodded in agreement. "You really are the best crew."
"Who is the captain of this vessel?" A voice called from the other ship. Crowley looked up and there he was. Her angel. He was obviously the captain by the way he was dressed. Of course it would be her angel that would end her pirating career.
"I am." She said as she stepped forward. The man looked a little shocked. At least there was that.
"And do you surrender unconditionally?" He asked as he looked down at her from his ship.
"I'm afraid I do have one condition." She ran her fingers through her hair as she looked up at him. He really was beautiful.
"And what is this one condition?" He raised an eyebrow.
"That you allow my men to go free." She waved them off as they started to protest. Crowley climbed up on the rail and held onto one of the ropes leading up to the sails.
"Pardon?" The man asked, once again shocked.
"My men were only following my orders. I threatened the lot of them. Told them I would kill them if they didn't obey. I did actually murder one right in front of them to keep them in line." She called back to the other man. "So really, they're my prisoners. They shouldn't be punished for what I forced them to do." She looked at her men and gave them a look they all recognized.
"Is this true?" The man called as he looked down at her crew. All of them nodded, though a couple did so hesitantly. "Very well." The man said as he looked back at Crowley. "If you surrender yourself for the punishment of the King, then your men shall be allowed to go free." He nodded. Crowley could only hope that he was actually an honorable man.
"Captain, you can't...." The first mate said quietly.
"It's been a good run, lads. You've given me the time of my life." She patted his cheek. "Go, live your lives. You've got more than enough money to retire, all of you." She smiled a little and the first mate nodded. Crowley didn't even bother to wait for a plank to be put between the two ships. She climbed up to one of the shrouds and then used a rope to swing across to the other ship. As soon as she landed there were about a dozen swords pointed at her. She held up her hands and smiled at all the men.
"I'm unarmed." She said with a small smile.
"I'm sure they can see that." The man that was her angel said as he made his way through the men. She kept her hands where he could see them and he looked her up and down for a moment. She really was beautiful. Her long, bright red hair hung loose and curly, moving with the sea breeze. She wore a skirt that only went to her knees and long boots that disappeared under the skirt, though her shirt was that of a man and a little too big. It accentuated her breasts, though.
"And what are you going to do with me, Captain?" She asked a little flirtatiously.
"I am going to take you into my office and interrogate you." He said as he took her by the arm and started to pull her along. She just kept looking at him. The uniform suited him very well. All of them men watched as he took Crowley into his office and then shut the door.
Crowley wasn't a bit surprised when, as soon as they were in private, the captain smiled at her. He gently pushed her back against the door, his hands on either side of her head.
"I've heard stories about you, Captain Crowley." He said as he blatantly looked down her shirt.
"Have you, now?" She just let him look. She could change his attitude with a single word but she was actually kind of enjoying the moment.
"I've heard that you have a weakness for blonde men." He leaned in a little, getting his lips very near her neck. It was making her heart pound.
"That I do." She nodded. "My very first love was a blonde man and I've never really gotten over him." She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck, slowly moving up to her earlobe. She shouldn't be enjoying this but she absolutely was.
"And what happened to him?" The captain asked before kissing her ear and then moving back to look her in the eye.
"He died." She said matter of factly.
"That sounds horrible. Is that when you began your life of piracy?" The captain smiled at her again.
"No. It was a few years later." She cleared her throat. That wasn't a lie at all. "So.....captain.....might I ask what this interrogation is going to entail?" She smirked. "Would you like to bend me over your desk and spank me until I confess?" She put her hands on his chest.
"Perhaps." The captain smiled.
"Or maybe you have something else in mind once you get me into that vulnerable position." She slid one hand down and started to rub his crotch. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. It was obvious that he was turned on by the whole situation.
"You are a very beautiful woman." His eyes went to her breasts again. She'd rather been hoping that this incarnation of her angel wouldn't be a typical English Captain but she wasn't entirely disappointed that he was.
"And you are an absolute angel." She said as she rubbed him a little harder. It was a treat watching the realization come into his eyes as they clouded over with lust. He didn't say a word, just claimed her mouth with his own, his hands moving down to her hips. They finally parted when he needed air.
"You're absolutely evil." Aziraphale said with a slight chuckle.
"I am a demon, my love." Crowley said and she kissed his neck. "It's in the job description."
"That is very true." Aziraphale said, giving her another quick kiss. "So, what are we going to do? I can't exactly let you escape."
"The first thing we're going to do is take care of that little problem you're having." She gave his crotch a gentle squeeze and he moaned softly. "We'll worry about the rest after that." She smirked.
"And how exactly do you want to take care of it?" Aziraphale smirked right back.
"I really do like the idea of you bending me over that desk....." She looked over his shoulder at the desk in the middle of the room before looking back at him. "I can even pretend to protest if you think it'll help you out with your men."
"I don't think that'll be necessary." He shook his head. He didn't like the idea of anyone thinking he'd forced her to do anything.
"So, you bend me over the desk and have your way with me, then we'll work out what we do from there." Crowley grinned and kissed him one more time before she ducked under his arm and went around to the desk.
The rest of the voyage back to England, Crowley was "confined" to the captain's quarters. It was pretty obvious what was going on to all the men. Captain was taking advantage of a woman being on the ship and none of them blamed him. When they got to port, Crowley somehow managed to escape. She disappeared into a crowd and was never found. The captain was forced to retire.
They met up on one of the many tiny islands in the Caribbean that nobody knew existed. Crowley had stashed some of the booty from her various pillaging on the island and not even her men knew about it. Just a few miracles and they had everything they needed for a lovely life together. It was one of the few times that Crowley actually got several decades with her angel before old age finally claimed him. Aziraphale never actually found out that little miracles here and there were what kept him alive until he was eighty.
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